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Poetry thread

Lotus

I quite like writing poetry and so I thought I'd start a thread - please post your poems here. The first one I want to share is one I posted on another thread recently, about autistic people being typecast.

It's called "I don't wanna be typecast"

I don't wanna be typecast, I'm not a Tinpot

Unimportant, inferior or worthless, I'm not.

I'm not a savant, no genius IQ

But I'm not stupid, I can learn stuff too.

Don't think there is no emotion there

I have empathy, consideration and care

I don't wanna be typecast, no matter what we do

We're all individuals, I'm me and you're you

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  • Slithering, undulating, a wretched sight

    Down in slime and muck a creature of night

    Hatred is it's worth, rage it's equity.

    Mired in disgust, sloth and gluttony.

    A mandatory parasite, everything it will leech and defile.

    All to continue spreading it's filth and bile.

    It's reflection vile, a mental stain.

    Cursed and wicked it can only feel pain.

    Pity, not deserved. Forgiveness? Absurd!

    Let it marinate in torment and squalor.

    And we shall rejoice when in agony it screams and hollers.

    It is worthy of less, we are being nice I confess.

    For this dastardly creature, contempt is kindness and all that is cruel is all it can ever possess.

    Was a bad time.  Lol

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  • Slithering, undulating, a wretched sight

    Down in slime and muck a creature of night

    Hatred is it's worth, rage it's equity.

    Mired in disgust, sloth and gluttony.

    A mandatory parasite, everything it will leech and defile.

    All to continue spreading it's filth and bile.

    It's reflection vile, a mental stain.

    Cursed and wicked it can only feel pain.

    Pity, not deserved. Forgiveness? Absurd!

    Let it marinate in torment and squalor.

    And we shall rejoice when in agony it screams and hollers.

    It is worthy of less, we are being nice I confess.

    For this dastardly creature, contempt is kindness and all that is cruel is all it can ever possess.

    Was a bad time.  Lol

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